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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
June Days,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.