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 Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.