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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.