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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.