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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.