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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Niagra,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.