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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.