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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Gong,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.