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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.