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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.