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 Palau and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw 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?
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.