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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.