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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.