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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.