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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.