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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.