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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.