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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.