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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Monks,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.