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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.