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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.