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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.