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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.