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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
PIL,
UT,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.