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 St Lucia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
cv313,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.