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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
10cc,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.