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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Motions to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.