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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.