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 Bulgaria 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.