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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
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