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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Can,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.