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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.