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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.