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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.