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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.