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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.