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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.