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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Television,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
ABBA,
X-102,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.