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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.