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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.