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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.