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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.