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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.