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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
PIL,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.