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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.