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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.