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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.