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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Franke,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.