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 Colombia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.