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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.