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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.