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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.