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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.