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 Burundi and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
June Days,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.