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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.