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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
cv313,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.