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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.