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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.