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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Chrome 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
ABC,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.