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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Newcleus,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.