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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.