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 Vietnam 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.