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 Micronesia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 John Coltrane 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.