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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.