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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.