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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.