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 Senegal and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.