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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.