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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.