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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Index,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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