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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.