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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Shoche,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.