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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.