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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.