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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.