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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.