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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.