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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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.