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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.