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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.