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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.