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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.