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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Brick,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.