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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
This Heat,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.