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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Durutti Column 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
cv313,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.