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 Dominica 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.