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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.