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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Section 25,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.