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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.