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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Nico,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.