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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Easy Going,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Cymande,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.