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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Japan,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.