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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
PIL,
Mars,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.