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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.