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 Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.