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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.