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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.