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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.