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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.