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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.