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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.