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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
AZ,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.