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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.