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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.