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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.