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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.