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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.