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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Monolake,
PIL,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
10cc,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.