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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.