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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Brick to the dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
The Motions,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.