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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.