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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
CMW,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.