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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.