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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance 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?
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
the Association,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.