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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
The Index,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.