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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.