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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.