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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.