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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.