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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.