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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.