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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.