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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.