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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Cymande,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.