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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mojo Men to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.