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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.