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 Togo and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Q65,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.