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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.