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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.