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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.