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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.