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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.