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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.