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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.