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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Toasters to the disco 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.