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 Armenia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.