Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.