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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
UT,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.