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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.