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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.