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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.