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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
CMW,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.