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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.