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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.