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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.