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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.