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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '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 Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.