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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
The Busters,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.