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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.