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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the funk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.