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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
PIL,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.