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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.