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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.