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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Human League to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Fear,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.