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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.