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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.