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 Paraguay 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Model 500,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.