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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Shoche 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Nas,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.