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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fall to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.