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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Mummies to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.