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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Erasure,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.