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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.