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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Cymande,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.