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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.