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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Sonics to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.