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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Zapp,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.