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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.