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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.