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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
CMW,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.