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 Egypt and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.