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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.