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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.