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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.