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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.