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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.