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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.