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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Can,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.