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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.