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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Urselle,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.