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 Somalia and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.