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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.