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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.