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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 The Index to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.