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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Germs,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.