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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.