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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.