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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.