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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.