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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.