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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
UT,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.