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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Pylon,
X-102,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.