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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.