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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 Manchester and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.