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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Television,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Nico,
Rakim,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.