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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Fear,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Nas,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.