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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.