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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.