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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.