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 Bahamas and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.