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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.