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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.