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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.