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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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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.