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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.