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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.