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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.