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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.