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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.