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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.