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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.