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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 ABC to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.