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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.