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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.