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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
X-101,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.