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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.