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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.