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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.