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 Mongolia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.