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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
The Star Department,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.