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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
X-101,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Magma,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.