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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.