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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.