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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
New Order,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.