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 Qatar 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions 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?
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.