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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.