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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tubeway Army 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.