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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Mars,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.