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 Libya 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
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.