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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.