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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.