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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.