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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.