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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.