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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.