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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Visage,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Index,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.