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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Monks,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.