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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.