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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.