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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.