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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.