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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.