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 Monaco 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.