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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Television,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
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.