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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Pylon,
X-101,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.