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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.