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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Soft Cell to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.