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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.