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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.