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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.