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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.