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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.