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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.