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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
The Move,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Franke,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.