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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.