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 El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.