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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.