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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.