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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.