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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.