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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Make Up,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.