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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.