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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.