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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
The Sound,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.