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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.