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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.