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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.