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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.