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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.