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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.