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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
ABC,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.