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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.