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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.