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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.