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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.