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 Micronesia and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
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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.