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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.