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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 New Order to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.