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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.