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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.