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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.