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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
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