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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Aswad,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.