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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Marmalade 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.