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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Monks,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.