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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.