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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.