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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
UT,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.