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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.