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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.