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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.