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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.