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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.