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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
The Index,
The Human League,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.