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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
MDC,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.