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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.