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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.