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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 the Slits to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Excepter,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.