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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.