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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Technova,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.