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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.