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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
10cc,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.