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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Cymande,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.