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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.