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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.