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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.