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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.