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 Mozambique 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.