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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.