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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.