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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
MDC,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
The Index,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.