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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The Durutti Column to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.