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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.