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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.