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 Denmark 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.