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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.