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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Can,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.