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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.