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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.