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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.