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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.