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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.