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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.