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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.