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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.