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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
DNA,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.