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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Fear,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.