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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.