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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Visage to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.