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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.