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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.