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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.