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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.