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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.