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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
10cc,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.