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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.