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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
MDC,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.