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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.