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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
X-102,
The Wake,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.