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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.