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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.