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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Television,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.