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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.