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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Slave to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.