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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Inner City,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Index,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.