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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.