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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.