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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.