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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.