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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.