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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Visage,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.