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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.