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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.