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 Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
ABC,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.