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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
The Motions,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
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