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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Interpol to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.