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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.