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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Slave,
Wire,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.