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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.