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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.