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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.