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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.