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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.