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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.