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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
PIL,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.