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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.