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 South Africa and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Japan,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.