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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.