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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.