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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.