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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
ABC,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
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.