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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.