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 Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.