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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.