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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.