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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.