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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.