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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.