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 Suriname and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The Count Five 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.