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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.