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 Singapore 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
UT,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.