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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.