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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.