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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Wire,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.