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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.