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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Niagra,
Symarip,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.