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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Hashim,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.