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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.