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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
ABC,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.