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 Colombia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.