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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.