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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going 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?
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.