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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.