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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Television,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.