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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.