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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.