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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
10cc,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.