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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.