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 Switzerland and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.