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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.