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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Crime,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.