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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Yaz,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
The Remains,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.