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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.