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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Index,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.