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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.