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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.