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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.