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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.