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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
the Association,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.