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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.