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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.