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 India and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.