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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.