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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.