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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.