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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.