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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.