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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.