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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.