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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.