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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.