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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.