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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.