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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.