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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.