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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Cale to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
a-ha,
cv313,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.