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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.