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 Egypt and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Moebius,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.