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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.