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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.