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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.