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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 World's Most to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.