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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.