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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.