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 Congo 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Subhumans to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.