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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Index to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Lyres,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.