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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis 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 disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Slave,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.