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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.