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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.