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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.