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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.