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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.