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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Gong,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Aswad,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.