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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.