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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
JFA,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.