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 Sweden 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.