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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.