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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.