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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.