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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.