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 Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
10cc,
Scion,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.