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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.