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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.