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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.