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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.