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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.