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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.