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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 linndrum 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.