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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Nico,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.