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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.