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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.