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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Scion,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.