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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.