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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.