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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.