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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.