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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.