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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.