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 Belgium and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.