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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Index,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.