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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
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.