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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
ABBA,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.