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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.