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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.