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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke 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?
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Gong,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.