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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.