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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.