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 Malawi 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.