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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.