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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Nick Fraelich 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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.