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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.