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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.