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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.