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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.