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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.