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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.