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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.