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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Radio Birdman to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.