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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.