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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.