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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.