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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.