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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.