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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kas Product to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.