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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.