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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.