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 Georgia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.