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 Belize and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 The Red Krayola 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.