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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.