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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.