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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
a-ha,
The Gories,
AZ,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.