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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.