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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.