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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.