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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
UT,
Index,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.