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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.