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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.