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 Cambodia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.