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 Australia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.