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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.