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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Wire,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.