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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.