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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
UT,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.